She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.

What I love I destroy. What I destroy, I love.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

He also wanted to destroy something, everything, perhaps himself.

Is there anything I can do? Just tell me.
What can you do?
Destroy things. All I can do is destroy things. It’s the only thing I’m any good at. Would you like me to destroy something?
I want you to destroy everything! she screamed. Every fucking thing. All the evil men and compliant women, all the armies and companies and cults and faiths and orders and every stupid fucker in them! All of them! EVERYTHING!

Human beings can't see anything without wanting to destroy it. That's original sin. And I'm going to destroy it. Death is going to die.

A living creature develops a destructive impulse when it wants to destroy a source of danger. In this case, the destruction or killing of the object is the biologically purposeful goal. The original motive is not pleasure in destruction. Rather the destruction serves the "life instinct"...and is an attempt to avoid anxiety and to preserve the ego in its totality. I destroy in a dangerous situation because I want to live and do not want to have any anxiety. In short, the impulse to destroy serves a primary biological will to live...

The urge to destroy is also a creative urge.

It is the destiny of things real to destroy those that are artifice.

Soy enemigo de todos los libros, y si pudiera destruir los míos, no dejaría de hacerlo.

What I know wreaks havoc upon what I want.

If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you.

To make yourself, it is also necessary to destroy yourself.

To the destruction of what is.